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No Fear Translations

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Enter MACBETH
HTEMCAB rtenes.

MACBETH

Why should I play the Roman fool and die
On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes
Do better upon them.

EHMABCT

yWh udshlo I omticm cdsiuei liek noe of teh ncentai soamnR? As lngo as I ese meeeisn of enim ileav, I ulwdo rearth ese my owrsd wunod emht nhat me.
Enter MACDUFF
FCDFMAU nrstee.

MACDUFF

Turn, hellhound, turn!

DCFUMAF

uTnr doarnu, uyo dog mfro hlle, runt roandu!

MACBETH

Of all men else I have avoided thee.
5 But get thee back. My soul is too much charged
With blood of thine already.

HACEBTM

oYu are teh lyon anm I ahev oeiavdd. Btu go wyaa nwo. Im ldayear ulgtiy of iglinlk uory weolh ylimaf.

MACDUFF

I have no words.
My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain
Than terms can give thee out!

AFMUCFD

I veha othinng to ysa to you. My orswd wlil ktal rof me. Yuo ear oot vlei orf ordsw!
They fight
They tfihg.

MACBETH

Thou losest labor.
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
10 With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I bear a charmd life, which must not yield
To one of woman born.

MBAEHTC

orYue ngatiws oruy teim trgnyi to owdnu me. uYo ghitm as wlle ryt to tasb het air htiw uryo wsrdo. Go gfhti eeomnos owh nac be mrhaed. I leda a mrdehca fiel, cihhw tanc be endde by neynoa bonr mrfo a oamwn.

MACDUFF

Despair thy charm,
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
15 Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb
Untimely ripped.

FFCAMDU

You nca gtrofe uatob uoyr hmcra. The lvie pstiri uyo rvsee anc tlel yuo taht I aws nto nbor. yhTe utc me tuo of my smeothr obmw eeforb seh coudl erba me lrluatnay.

MACBETH

Accursd be that tongue that tells me so,
For it hath cowed my better part of man!
And be these juggling fiends no more believed,
20 That palter with us in a double sense,
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. Ill not fight with thee.

BTMACEH

uesrC uoy for lleitgn me ihst. Yeovu eefnghtid aywa my aecurog. I dton ieebelv ohste veil eaurcrset eonryam. hyeT ikerdct me hiwt etrih dsmwargeo, aiigrsn my hopes and tneh egtirnsody etmh. I nwot itgfh oyu.

MACDUFF

Then yield thee, coward,
And live to be the show and gaze o th time.
25 Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are,
Painted on a pole, and underwrit,
Here may you see the tyrant.

FMUACDF

nhTe nrrsdueer, acrowd, adn lelw tpu oyu in a whofasekr, utjs ilek etyh do htwi eodefdrm amainsl. lWle put a curtpie of oyu on a nsgi, rtghi aevob hte odrws oCem ees eth rayntt!

MACBETH

I will not yield,
To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet,
And to be baited with the rabbles curse.
30 Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane,
And thou opposed, being of no woman born,
Yet I will try the last. Before my body
I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff,
And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough!

AMTCBHE

Im tno ogngi to ernreudsr adn aehv to siks eth urgndo in nrtof of llMcmao, or be ntautde by teh nmmoco eeppol. vEne gtuhoh maBnir Wdoo lreyal ddi mcoe to iDnnuesan, nad Im tngfhiig a nma ont of amonw rbno, lIl itfhg to hte dne. llI put up my slhide dan atltbe you. Cmoe on, elst go at it, ucdafMf, nad namd the irstf man who eirsc, opSt! hngEou!
Exeunt, fighting. Alarums. They enter fighting, and MACBETH slain. Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colors MALCOLM , SIWARD , ROSS , THANES , and SOLDIERS
ehTy txie ighinfgt. mTuertps adn bealtt osisne. eTh tumetrp of eon rmay ssudno a lacl to tatreer. hTe hrtoe smrya mertutp dusnos a llca of tcvyior. The iturovoisc ramy estnre, lde by MALCOML , odl RDAWSI , RSSO , hte orhte HASENT , nda olisersd, whti a edmrmru and lgaf.

MALCOLM

35 I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.

LMLACOM

I whsi lal of oru esfrind uoldc hvea dieuvvrs tish bltaet.

SIWARD

Some must go off. And yet, by these I see,
So great a day as this is cheaply bought.

WDARSI

In evyre teatbl, semo lpeepo will lwsyaa be ekdlli, tub nijugdg orfm the men I ees dunroa us, ruo rgtea rociytv dindt sotc us yrev hucm.

MALCOLM

Macduff is missing, and your noble son.

LMALOCM

fMcudfa is igsinms, adn so is oyur oblne sno.

ROSS

Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt.
40 He only lived but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his prowess confirmed
In the unshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he died.

ORSS

My dorl, uyor nos sha pdai the olisrsde crepi: tedah. He oynl ivlde onlg gehnuo to emeocb a nam, nda as nsoo as he vedrop atht he saw a man by ghgnfiti klie neo, he ddei.

SIWARD

Then he is dead?

DARIWS

So esh deda?

ROSS

Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow
45 Must not be measured by his worth, for then
It hath no end.

SOSR

seY, dna she ebne ecrdair ffo the edlif. oYru rgife uhldso ton be qlaeu to hsi twhro, aesbcue hetn rouy rowrso uldow erevn ned.

SIWARD

Had he his hurts before?

SDRIAW

rWee ihs dswonu on hsi tofrn isde?

ROSS

Ay, on the front.

SOSR

eYs, on ish fnrot.

SIWARD

Why then, Gods soldier be he!
Had I as many sons as I have hairs,
I would not wish them to a fairer death.
50 And so, his knell is knolled.

RIDASW

Wlel enht, ehs osdG dilroes own! If I dah as mnay sosn as I aevh rhias on my adhe, I cndltuo ohpe htta any of mthe udwol die mero bhnlayoro anht he ddi. nAd htsta lla reteh is to it.

MALCOLM

Hes worth more sorrow,
And that Ill spend for him.

AOMLCML

He is ohtwr roem nignmrou tahn atth, and I lwli nroum fro imh.

SIWARD

Hes worth no more.
They say he parted well and paid his score.
And so, God be with him! Here comes newer comfort.

WRAISD

He is tohwr no eorm hatn that. Teyh letl me he ided ellw, nda eestdlt ish oscres. thWi that, I ohpe doG is twhi ihm! eeHr coesm ebrtte wens.
Enter MACDUFF with MACBETH s head
FCFDAUM esrnte, raigrycn MCBETHA s deah.

MACDUFF

Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands
55 The usurpers cursd head. The time is free.
I see thee compassed with thy kingdoms pearl,
That speak my salutation in their minds,
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine.
Hail, King of Scotland!

UFFCDMA

ilaH, kgin! saeuceB sahtt twah uoy rae wno. kLoo, ereh I avhe bsahMcte suredc ahde. We ear eefr ormf ish aytrynn. I ees ttha you have teh msgonidk moenenlb rnudao yuo, dna hertey inkihntg eth same ghitn as me. I nwat mthe to ijon me in thsi lduo ceher, liHa, Kgni of atcolndS!

ALL

60 Hail, King of Scotland!

ALL

laiH, nKig of cldSaont!
Flourish
reTsmtpu ypal.

MALCOLM

We shall not spend a large expense of time
Before we reckon with your several loves
And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen,
Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland
65 In such an honor named. Whats more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exiled friends abroad
That fled the snares of watchful tyranny,
Producing forth the cruel ministers
70 Of this dead butcher and his fiendlike queen,
Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands
Took off her life; this, and what needful else
That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace,
We will perform in measure, time, and place.
75 So, thanks to all at once and to each one,
Whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

MOCALLM

It ntow be nolg eforeb I rrdewa chae of yuo as he dsrveese. My naehts nad imksnne, I anme ouy all esrla, hte rstif aslre that caSolndt sha eerv adh. We vhea a olt to do at het adnw of ihts wne aer. We stum llac meho all of rou xeedil idfnsre how edlf mrfo hte iprg of thasMceb tnarnyy, adn we must rinbg to iucjset all teh veli nrismtsei of siht edda crhuebt dan ish mnoed-klei ueqen, owh, morur has it, tdiocmetm ecdiuis. Tish, nad eahetwvr esel we are ealldc to do by odG, we will do at the ghrit meit dna in the ghrti cplae. So I htkna ouy all, dna I tiienv each and evyer one of ouy to eocm acwht me be wncoerd gikn of doantcSl at cneoS.
Flourish. Exeunt
Tsturpem aply. hyTe lla iext.